Spoiler. Our main character is Harold Crick. He is good at math and he counts almost everything in his head. He leads an exact life, not late and not early, based on his wristwatch. He works at IRS, a government department of tax calculation.

One day, he begins hearing a lady’s voice in his head narrating his life. Everybody says he’s crazy. But it turns out that he is a real character of a book (you will not know it until you watch the movie further). Turbulence starts after the narrator says ,”little did he know that this simple, seemingly innocuous act would result in his imminent death”. He’s going to die, his writer has decided so.

Harold gets panicked and he asks for any help he could possibly get. A literature professor, Jules Hilbert, believes him and tries to help him figuring out who is the writer of his life and preventing that person from putting Harold’s life to an end.

Then, we have Karen Eiffel, a writer, a heavy smoker. She’s a renowned tragedy writer, every book she wrote ended with the protagonist death. But she has a big problem: she can’t finish her latest book because she doesn’t know how to kill her latest protagonist. Her publisher sends an assistant to assist her….. what else? To kill the protagonist. Many places they go, many things they see, but none gives Eiffel an idea for her protagonist’s death. Until she sees a dropped apple, and eureka! She gets her ending.

Then, we get back to Harold. His search with Professor Jules has given no good result. The only thing they find out is Harold’s story is a tragedy, not comedy, and Harold will certainly die. Harold is now living his life to the fullest knowing that his death is certain. He took his day off, which he has in plenty, leaving all of his routine, which he has never imagine before. He spends his days with the girl he had fallen for, he pursues his old ambition to play guitar, and he lives with his only friend, Dave.

Then, we, and our two protagonist, knows that Harold is Eiffel’s character. Eiffel is ready to type the demise of Harold, just right after Harold finds out that Eiffel is the writer of his life. The two then meet each other and Eiffel was very shocked knowing Harold is for real, which means she would have to kill Harold, just like another 8 characters she has killed. But Harold’s death was final, it’s just hasn’t typed yet. Eiffel gives Harold the written draft, while she keeps thinking what she supposes to do.

Harold gives Professor Jules the draft, because he can’t read it himself. After a day of reading, Jules tells Harold that he has to die. The story is a masterpiece of literature and Harold’s death is a perfect ending. Harold can’t believe it and takes the draft away with him. He reads it and he likes it, even the way he’s going to die. Knowing that his death is necessary, he gives back the draft to Eiffel and told her to type it.

Now Harold can play guitar, he shares his life with his loved one, he doesn’t count his steps or how many times he brushes his teeth (like he used to), he doesn’t care of the time, he doesn’t live alone or eat alone anymore. At his happiest days, sadly to say, his life has to end.

Harold wakes up that day. He knows what he has to do, everything he has to do, just like what he has read. While Eiffel is struggling with her feeling on every sentence she is typing, Harold waits for his bus. Suddenly a boy with his bike slips and falls in front of Harold. Harold gets hit by the bus trying to save the boy.

But Harold isn’t dead (as he supposed to). Eiffel makes a different story and gives it to Jules. When Jules reads Karen’s final manuscript, he notes that the story is weaker without Harold’s death. Karen admits the flaw. She told Jules that Harold was different. He knew he was going to die, but still he accepted it, that’s a kind of character she couldn’t kill.

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So, what do you think of this movie? The only difference between us and Harold is Harold knew how and when his death will be. We are characters in our book of life. We are not the one who writes it, and therefore we can’t control our fate. As this book is about our life, the only end it has is our death, and every book must end. Are we brave enough like Harold?

What do you do when your cell phone falls in water?

Answer:

Whatever you do immediately take your phone battery out. The reason why our phones stop working after it’s in the water is because you try to turn it on again without letting it dry and the battery shorts the phone. Now you have to be patient (this is the ONLY WAY). You have to put your phone in a bag of rice..I know this sounds crazy but the rice sucks up all the moisture..leave it there for 2-3 days…WITHOUT turning the phone on..that is crucial. And then try to leave it on something warm like a TV…I did this and I turned my blackberry on and it works PERFECT. I swear it was even sitting in water for over 30 secs. GOOD LUCK..

and whatever you do..DO NOT CHECK TO SEE IF IT WORKS…wait at least 2.5 full days. Good luck!

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What do you think? Please do try this at home and tell me how’s it going!

Today, there was a Christmas celebration held at SMAK 1 (that’s my school). It was good, Gabriel troops sang like angels, Gisel Idol sang some songs, she was beautiful..Hey, is it legal to ask Santa to give Gisel as my Christmas gift? Should write her at my wish-list ASAP!… btw, I’m getting out of focus, let’s get back to the topic.

Okay, after the show was over, I got back to the class to grab some food. Then, I was still in the class to help Princess Natasha to sell some of her cupcakes and chocolates while she was away. There was this girl called Yulita who bought…ok, we got out of focus again.

Now, the story began… So, I was in my way to get home from school today. But I realised it was still 12.00 o’clock in the afternoon, and Ciputra Mall was in front of me. Well, hanging around for some time wouldn’t be a bad idea. So I got there, looked for Gingerbread Man cookies and other Christmas dishes. And I found a Candy Cane! For information: I never had this before.

It cost me eight thousand rupiah. I took it with a great satisfaction! I love sweets! I love candy! I was craving for Candy Cane!

When I was on the bus, the candy cane was still in my hand. I was planning to enjoy it on the bus. When, a girl, a little toddler, looked at me. She looked at me with “that kind of look”. A look that would make any candy cane bearer understand that the looker wants no other but the most precious possession a candy cane bearer can ever have, the candy cane. It was a Psy-war, and I lost it. I gave her a giving up signal, I offered her the candy cane. But she shook her head, I kept offering her, but she kept shaking her head.

What a weird girl. An unexplainable genius, perhaps?!

But the candy cane was still mine and that’s all that matter the most.